Guts watches her with a slight disbelief - it's like Nerine gained the ability to scurry up walls with her rodent abilities. Well, fine. If she really wants to injure herself up there, he's not gonna stop her. He follows in a straightforward fashion: jumping up and catching the end of the roof, pulling up to the top with a little momentum. The bruises didn't hurt his sides as much as the raw spear wound.
With their new contest location set, he catches the sight of Galli down below, waiting for her to officially announce the start of their contest. His footing was a bit less even, but it was also less slippery without the mud around. He realizes Nerine would have an easier time scrawling around on her short legs. She probably planned that the whole time, he thinks.
She's aggressive, but so is he, and so the two crash into each other in chaotic fashion. Nerine trying to dive between his legs, Guts trying to get a hold on her clothes. She is slippery and nimble and close to the ground, but he has plenty of reach to make up for it. At one point, he manages to seize a fistful of muddy cloth in a grip strong enough to rip a piece out of the fabric when she manages to wriggle free. Escape, but at the cost of a clean hem!
Some of the particulars of the rules become forgotten between the two of them - Nerine lands a good enough elbow into the bruised side of his ribs to make him flinch. There might have been a nip of teeth and a punch somewhere in there. She later manages to scale up his back after landing a good blow to the side. A ribbon within reach! Until he twists around violently enough to accidentally hit something soft with his elbow and lose his balance at the same time. Slipping!
"Fuck-!" is the last thing he yells as he falls with Nerine attached. Luckily, the two land harmlessly in a pile of wet hay as a mismatched tangle of limbs.
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Guts watches her with a slight disbelief - it's like Nerine gained the ability to scurry up walls with her rodent abilities. Well, fine. If she really wants to injure herself up there, he's not gonna stop her. He follows in a straightforward fashion: jumping up and catching the end of the roof, pulling up to the top with a little momentum. The bruises didn't hurt his sides as much as the raw spear wound.
With their new contest location set, he catches the sight of Galli down below, waiting for her to officially announce the start of their contest. His footing was a bit less even, but it was also less slippery without the mud around. He realizes Nerine would have an easier time scrawling around on her short legs. She probably planned that the whole time, he thinks.
She's aggressive, but so is he, and so the two crash into each other in chaotic fashion. Nerine trying to dive between his legs, Guts trying to get a hold on her clothes. She is slippery and nimble and close to the ground, but he has plenty of reach to make up for it. At one point, he manages to seize a fistful of muddy cloth in a grip strong enough to rip a piece out of the fabric when she manages to wriggle free. Escape, but at the cost of a clean hem!
Some of the particulars of the rules become forgotten between the two of them - Nerine lands a good enough elbow into the bruised side of his ribs to make him flinch. There might have been a nip of teeth and a punch somewhere in there. She later manages to scale up his back after landing a good blow to the side. A ribbon within reach! Until he twists around violently enough to accidentally hit something soft with his elbow and lose his balance at the same time. Slipping!
"Fuck-!" is the last thing he yells as he falls with Nerine attached. Luckily, the two land harmlessly in a pile of wet hay as a mismatched tangle of limbs.